Crypto’s Sunday Quaker: Bitcoin Dips, Altcoins Quiver, and Trump Sits Loose on a 15% Cushion

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When the clocks in the ordinary world stutter to the rhythm of another Tuesday, the market-however tinny its applause-is traditionally straight-backed with coffee‑rich optimism. A few hours later, when the stern ghosts of futures unleash their cold, grinding temper, even a cup of black coffee warily packs its clutches.

In that peculiar moment, Bitcoin, the so‑called golden calf of our grids, slipped from its respectable $70,000‑high into the deep porches of the 64.5‑thousand gulf. It took a plunge of a full four‑grand in a mere hour, ice‑cold enough to extinguish hopes and freeze markets, here. Yet, like Hannah in one of Chekhov’s theatres, it stared at the drop, sighed, and clinked back up to a tidy $66,000‑plus, hardly more precious today than the indolent morning light.

BTC Dipped Below $64.5K

The last weekend had been an extravagant masquerade where Bitcoin, dignified and bold, dared to stride past the $70,000 ridge and glide near $71,000-a little more triumphant than a village bard over a single night. But the tide of doubt did not drown with the moon. As the market slept, some gentleman in a Glasgow coat labeled the market as “Damnable.” He soorsly smothered the candor of the previous day’s grin with a new 10% tax, a tax that savaged those more wretched than the 15% salvo trial the first lord of the land would later threaten. A sneeze of distrust mortally threatened its steady numbers, so its feet fell into the 17‑day trough at $64,300, its critics sighing as if the catbatter was a planar awakening of the poor souls in the corridors.

But, as ever, the market’s fumes failed to wash the prince of coins. In an embarrassed bluff, the bulls came in clutch, hugging Bitcoin to a new sweater (the $66,000 band). Were those the wisest of souls? The 2.5% daily decline might hold a larger narrative than the 1.3 trillion‑dollar market crown that its sober charm flies unbroken by any trench coat.

Alts Bleed Out

Ethereum, that wandering artist, flaunted nearly $2,000, only to re-work the love letter two levels down to $1,880, and then clutch onto a felicity of $1,900. XRP, that obedient clerk, hissed a 2% shortfall to $1.40, as Bureaucrats signal the faint “we were wrong.” BNB, DOGE, ADA, and LINK produced an equal distribution of ache, melancholy peaks. Even wicked, unfathomed ghosts like BCH, SOL, and HYPE were a thin drizzle of their former glory when the entire state struggles descend to six percent losses. It appears not all pathways to Saint Petersburg have the same mileage.

Nevertheless, a parable of rebellion lives in PIPPIN. Symphonic black‑orange flips over a 23-percentage jump in a single day, up to $0.72, a triumph that refuses the general breach paired with its hostile overseer. Ton and M shyly and largely follow, disclaiming wages to the quaint stride that pushes our expectation adrift.

The collective terms the market’s heart to a sizable loss-over $60 billion-while the grand tapestry saturates current $2.350 trillion

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2026-02-23 14:30